A/N: Here is another chapter! I can only say thank you soo soo much for all the views and followers to this story. I'm really enjoying to write this. I had planned for end with ten chapters but I think I'm going to work for more. What do you think?

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Chapter 4

"How is your guest?"

Emily looked up for the file she was working to find Dave's eyes looking at her.

"He is fine. Left him going through my books collection."

"And are you Bella?"

"I don't know Dave. He is… Frustrated."

"He's being mean to you?"

"He is… Yeah. I know that he knows I'm just trying to help but still hurts sometimes."

"What did he do?

"Nothing in particular. Last night I made dinner and it was good, we talked and he thanked me for everything, but this morning he all but lashed at me because I was worried with him doing breakfast and pulling his stiches."

Dave sighed and gave her a sad smile.

"I know it must be hard to deal with Aaron, cara. He's stubborn and not used to being helped as I told you."

"Yeah, I know." She said with a laugh. "I just wished that he could understand that I'm just trying to help him. We all are."

"I understand. You'll stay here all day?"

"No, no, I'm actually leaving already. I still had to take care of the lunch."

"Whoa, you're cooking for Hotch?" Morgan asked, getting into the conversation.

"Yeah, the doctor said he'll need real food instead of take outs so I'm finally giving my kitchen some use."

"You'll spoil Hotch, Em." He said with a laugh.

"It's just food Morgan. I'm not running him baths or giving massages." She said with a huff. "I'm leaving. See you guys tomorrow."

"You won't come back today Emily?"

"No, I'm taking some files and I think I'm gonna work from home."

"Ok, bye Princess."

"Bye Emily, call if you need."

Just as Emily was putting the key in the lock to get in her house her phone rang. Looking at the screen she let out a groan.

"Hello Mother." She said, getting herself inside and dropping the keys at the keychain. She heard her guest coming from the bathroom down the hall and held her breath at the view of her Unit Chief with damp hair, a white t-shirt and sweatpants. He looked at her and she just looked at him dumbfounded, trying to listen at her mother's gabble. "Yes Mother, I'm here."

"How are you Emily? It's been so long since our last talk and if I don't call you I don't hear anything from your life."

"I'm fine Mother. I'm sorry but I've been really busy these past few weeks."

"With your work? Or there is a new reason for your lack of free time? A man, maybe?"

Emily closed her eyes and sighed, already knowing that her mother would manage to get into this topic.

"No Mother, there is no new man in my life taking my time. I'm just busy at work."

"When will you think of starting a family Emily? You're not getting any younger and I'd like very much of having grandkids before I die."

She sank on the couch with a groan, resting her head at the backrest and closed her eyes.

"I know, maybe you should have thought of having other children to increase your chances." She said bitterly. "Look, I'm really busy right now. I'll call you later ok?" After saying goodbye to her mother she hung up the phone and groaned again. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

Hearing a low chuckled and feeling the couch moving beside her she opened her eyes and looked at Hotch.

"I'd take that was the Ambassador." He said with a playful smile.

"Yeah, it's her weekly call to remind me that I'm a loser, alone, old, and probably will never have a husband or kids. At least she didn't try to set me up with some Ambassador's son with a white smile and no scruple or respect."

"You're not old." He said with a frown. "And also not a loser."

"Well, I'm not young anymore Hotch. And a forty-two years old woman who doesn't even have a cat to make her company is pretty close to a loser."

"You're not old. If you're old I'm an ancient. And you just didn't find the right guy."

"I'll never find the right guy. I just manage to attract jerks. I never get the good ones. I just get those who try to cop a feel at first date or invite themselves to come up for 'a cup of coffee', or even better, who said I'm a 4, almost a 5 if he gets drunk enough and I keep my mouth shut. At least to talk." She added with a sarcastic laugh.

Hotch looked stunned at the end of her speech. He shook his head and asked.

"There was a guy that actually did those things to you?"

"Ohh Hotch. If it was a guy. Unfortunately they were different guys in each moment. And I'm just telling you the worst cases."

"Wow. Just… wow."

"Yeah, that's my pathetic life." She got off the couch and started to go towards her bedroom. "I'm going to change in something more comfortable. I'll start the lunch in a minute."

He watched her leave still stunned at what she said. He was aware of her lack of love life but really didn't think that it was that bad. He knew that he wasn't indifferent to his brunette subordinate, he just never allowed himself to think about any further. But he also knew that she was a very attractive woman and could believe that any man could say those things to her. Feeling that he was starting to think too much about it, he shook his head and got off the couch trying to erase those thoughts about Emily.

After lunch, Emily went to her office to work on some files. Hotch was at the living room, devouring another of her books. She dropped her pen at the table and rubbed her temple. She had got almost none sleep the night before after her nightmare, afraid that she would dream again.

Actually she was pretty scared that this would become a common occurrence. She has aware of her predisposition to have nightmares after a case. Sometimes they would hunt her for weeks before go away. And with the emotional factor of this trigger she knew that it would take some time before she'll be able to sleep a full night without having dreams about his death.

By 7pm they ate some mac and cheese she decided to made for them. They talked a little about work and books and movies. They even talked about her relationship with her mother, because of her previous phone call. After that they went to their rooms get ready to sleep, Emily sending prayers to God to get through the night without any dreams or at least without wake up her guest with her screams.

Of course, she wasn't that lucky.

She woke up with a jerk, her breathing elaborated and her heart raced. She felt tears rolling her cheeks and heard a sob escaping from her mouth. She looked at her clock at the bedside table and saw it was a little after 3.

"Are you ok?"

She jumped at the strong voice beside her. She turned around and found Hotch knelt down by her side with a worried face.

"Did I scream again?"

"No. I was going to get a glass of water and I heard you whimpering. Then I came and saw you crying and you woke up. Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Another dream?" He asked, sitting by her side on the bed.

"Yeah. It amazes me how our minds can be creative just to torture us." She said with a sad smile.

"What was this time?"

She thought for a few seconds before deciding to tell the truth. He wouldn't let her lie to him anyway.

"I got in your apartment and found you. You were on the floor, and there was so much blood. You were awake but it was like you didn't know I was there. I kept calling your name and trying to contain your bleeding but there were so much stabs and I just couldn't. And then you started to cough and spit blood and I couldn't do anything. You were dying in my arms and I could only stay there, watching. I can even smell your blood in my hands, soaking my jacket."

A single tear rolled of her cheek and he wiped with his thumb.

"Hey, everything is ok Emily. I'm fine." He said looking into her eyes and caressing her cheek.

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry. It was just a dream. You can go. I'll be fine." She said with an encouraging smile.

"Are you sure you're fine? You'll be able to sleep again?"

"I'm sure. You can go back to bed."

He looked at her for a while. Finally giving in he gave her a nod and went towards the door. Closing behind him, he stood there for a few minutes, listening her sniffles and sobs, feeling guilt for putting her through this and wishing he could do something to make her feel better. After another few minutes he listen her sobs subsid and that she must had cried herself to sleep. Sighing he went to his room to try to get some sleep, thinking that Foyet had managed to affect the lives of everyone around him, and he couldn't want to end this mess.

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